Thursday, May 29, 2014

Fantasy is such a big part of reading fiction. So adding a woman's ultimate desire to be waited on and pleased by not just one but many men is The Hot Fudge Sundae of reading erotic romance...and putting the cherry on top!

Why do we love a good menage story?
Ah. Let me count the ways.

First, we women know...after a certain period of time with one lover, that he might need a bit of inspiration now and then.

Why? It's human nature to take the everyday for granted. To do It with ease and the expert techniques we know are tried and true. But after a while, well, hey, you need variety, something different.

And let's face it, ANY indication to some men that they are living up to your need for new ideas in the sack is a challenge to their egos.

But adding another man to the mix? Adding 2 more men to the mix?

Oh boy. That requires that he sublimate his ego and his natural tendency to "protect" (and let that read "own") his woman.

Not every man can do that. In BIND ME CLOSE, Wade Saxon has a very hard time deciding how he can do that to please his woman. I leave it to you to read how he does that...but let me continue.

Women's bodies are built so differently and work so differently from men's, especially during sex. The very fact that she can go for three, four or more orgasms and enjoy the heck out of each one, also means that if her man has no holding power, he can be done and she's just getting revved. THIS can be a huge problem in a long term relationship, causing arguments and worse.

A woman on the other hand may have as many psychological challenges with mating with more than one man. She may worry how to satisfy both. (I dare say that this one can be quickly overcome by trying it...and learning that one woman can do a man right and do two just as well at the same time. After all, men's wiring is geared to sizzle at a quicker rate than a woman's. He and his buddy can take turns and she's just getting going.)

But some women get a charge out of more than two men. This requires some planning and choreography on the part of all partners.

It also demands that none of the men involved get territorial. If they have even a hint of that, the entire enjoyment is blown.

I hope when you try your first menage or more that you will trust your male partners physically and emotionally to do right by you. Also that they have come to an agreement among themselves that the best enjoyment will come from cooperation and imagination.

I do hope you also try ROPE ME IN, #1 in this series, where 3 brothers have a raging interest in one woman...and they make it work!

In #2 in the series, TIE ME DOWN, we have a shibari master and the conflict between the two men is a major issue.

In STEAL ME AWAY, the prequel to this series, a Comanche warrior kidnaps an Anglo woman...and the menage comes from the historical practice of permitting the wife of the older brother to take the husband's younger brother when he goes out to count coup. BTW, this book is very historically accurate from the abduction of an Anglo woman from her home of which there were many—and the decision by many women to remain with their Indian husbands.

Definitely Recommended by Rainbow Book
ReviewsThis book sizzled as two incredibly sexy women and one gorgeous guy
form a super hot triad, eventually. These three are by far and away the best
smoldering trio I have read about. Oh, bring on more of this, but read this one
first! JJ

Five stars, Top Pick at Night Owl Reviews“The Reunion” by
Adriana Kraft is a polyamory novel with real edgy characters with inclusive
sexuality. I will just say this is not a read for the faint of heart. … I found
“The Reunion” a very easy flowing smooth read. All the characters are well
developed and so colorful. Once you start to reading you will be hard put to
stop until you are at the end. … Very well written! ArlenaDean

Five stars,Top Pick at The Romance Reviews.Stories written by
Adriana Kraft are done with a twist on the usual plots that you find within the
genre. In this m/f/f ménage, the twist is the women fall for each other and the
man is left to wonder where he stands… All of the characters are well-written;
the sex scenes are scorching hot. The story flowed along nice and easy to read.
This is another great read from Adriana Kraft. Laurie P.

BLURB

Dark and brooding, Adam Granger was always the bad boy out of reach—but
now he’s in Sarah Atkinson’s bed, the morning after their twentieth high school
reunion. When Adam beats a retreat to his Pacific Palisades estate, former good
girl Sarah throws caution to the wind and pursues him.

Petite copper-skinned Maria Ramirez greets Sarah at Adam’s front door.
The former exotic dancer doesn’t challenge Sarah’s assumption she’s the
maid—how long will it take the dark-haired beauty to figure out Maria is Adam’s
live-in lover? Better yet, how long before Maria can entice her into their bed?

Determined not to rock his hard-won lifestyle, Adam resolves to push
Sarah past her sexual limits so she’ll leave. When she stays, he watches
helplessly as the two women fall in love with each other. Will they shut him
out? And, if they let him in, what must he sacrifice?

EXCERPT

Adam’s gaze settled on Maria’s. She witnessed pain before he was able to
hide it. “How was she?”

“Succulent.” Maria wasn’t going to lie. “You know, like when you take
the first bite of lobster soaked in butter. It’s so scrumptious you’re not sure
you dare take a second bite for fear it will disappoint. That’s Sarah.”

A flash of emotion flickered across Adam’s face before he muttered, “I
know. But you took a chance and went back for more. So will you take her from
me?”

Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a husband/wife team writing romantic
suspense and erotic romance. The award-winning pair has published over thirty
erotic romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Romantic pairings
include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both
contemporary and paranormal settings.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

I give you lots of them in my KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER series in the little Texas town of Bravado!

#1

First, we had ROPE ME IN when one woman found bliss with 3 brothers. Then, TIE ME DOWN where a shibari master learned that the woman he wanted most, he'd tie down...permanently.

Then we had the prequel to all this in STEAL ME AWAY when a Comanche stole an Anglo woman and kept her as his loving wife!

#2

Now we have Sheriff Wade Saxon, a man who never lets any woman bind him...and who doesn't believe in sharing a woman with another man.

Too bad, isn't it, that the one woman he craves wants menage with a man whom Wade doesn't care for. They have a past. One wherein Giles Benedict, the local doctor, got too close for comfort to the only other woman Wade liked.
You'll want this next story in the town where the men are good and plenty and the women wear only a smile!

He
went to work on his shirt buttons. His collar was soon wide open revealing a
generous show of muscular chest that make her hands itch to rip it off him. She
diverted her gaze and curled her itchy hands by her sides.

“Have
no fear, cowboy,” Nikki replied in a tone meant to disguise the warm flush that
had come over her. “I corralled all my wild impulses long ago.”

“Did
you, now?” He still stood in doorway, head cocked. “Somehow, I think you may
have missed a few strays.”

“Maybe
I need to make myself clearer. I have an aversion to cocky cowboys.”

Just keep telling yourself that, Nikki.
Maybe if you repeat it often enough it’ll become true.

“Is
that so?” His brows flew upward. “I can’t say I ever met a woman with an actual aversion to me.”

“Don’t take it
personally. It’s nothing against you in particular, but to your type.”

“And what do you
think you know about my type?”

“Since I don’t
have a pole handy, enough to keep you at arms-length. Besides that, this whole line of conversation is entirely inappropriate
in light of professional ethics, don’t you think? You are my attorney, after
all.”

“Well,
darlin’,” he
scratched his unshaven jaw, “there’s a little hitch
to that.”

“What
do you mean? You said you’d help me.”

“And
I will, but you can’t engage my professional services until I know who you
are.”

“I’ve
told you who I am!” she insisted.

“Sweetheart, I’m
a lawyer, and according to the law, your claim don’t weigh without
authentication.”

“Authentication?”

“Proof.”

“So what are you
saying? That you don’t believe me?”

“I’m not saying that at
all. Only that our professional
relationship will commence once you get your I.D. In the interim,” His gaze
slid over her in a way that threatened to melt her insides, “you’d best find
yourself a nice, long, sturdy pole.”

Saturday, May 17, 2014

My three year publishing anniversary is approaching! Come celebrate with
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A New Adult Romance

Jocelyn Andrews, a shy,
awkward, high school senior, has never even been on a date until she meets Alex
Jordon, the older, more experienced brother of her best friend Evan. Jocelyn
falls hard for the charming player and wants to explore all of the “firsts”
that go along with new love. Alex has no problem showing her what she’s been
missing.

Alex is captivated by young,
innocent Jocelyn and to his own surprise, only has eyes for her. One night of careless passion leads to a
life-altering dilemma. Alex must head back to Yale to finish an internship,
having no idea what he’s left behind. Jocelyn must decide what to do on her
own, forcing her to grow up much faster than she anticipated.

Reality sets in, decisions are
made and Jocelyn has to live with her choices. Alex returns home to more than
he ever bargained for. Young love has never been more complicated as they
deal with a teen pregnancy, social barriers, and concerned family members. Life
sometimes throws a curve ball, but the unexpected isn’t always bad.

I sat on the floor in the tiny bathroom and debated whether I
should reach up to the counter and check the stick I had just peed on. It had
been over five minutes, more than enough time to get the results I dreaded. I’d
thrown up twice since starting the test, but I had gotten used to that. I had
been throwing up for over two weeks now. At first, I thought it was just the
stress I felt over him leaving. It wasn’t until after he went back to Yale that
I realized I was more than three weeks late.

Three
weeks and two days, to be exact. I didn’t have to look at that test to know
what it was going to tell me, because I already knew. My stomach did another
flip just thinking about it. The July heat wasn’t helping, either. I hovered
over the toilet, pulled my long hair out of the way, and emptied whatever was left
in my system, which wasn’t much. I stood from the floor and rinsed out my
mouth, my gaze veering over toward the pregnancy test. My hands trembled as I
slowly picked it up. I forced myself to look. I needed the confirmation.

Two
pink lines . . . no shock
there. I even knew exactly when it happened. The day of the week, and
where we were. But, how did
I let this happen? I knew the answer to that too.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Do not miss the first in the SEALs GOING HOT series! Desiree Holt's is out today everywhere!

Fletcher "Mustang" Call is a dedicated
SEAL and a committed Dom. The one thing he isn't is relationship material. A
tragedy in his past killed his desire for more than a good time on leave and a
little D/s play. Until April Coe walked into his life, a woman unlike any he’s
known. Problem is, she’s as vanilla as they come.

She had a plan already in her
head. Once they were in bed, naked, she’d go to work on him with her mouth and her
hands the way he loved. Then, when she had him hanging on the edge, she’d pry
it out of him. Because she really wanted answers.

She could hardly concentrate
while she put away the leftovers and loaded the plates and silverware in the
dishwasher. She had taken great care, showering and dressing for tonight. And
naughtily left off any panties. When she bent over the dishwasher, the skirt
rode up and she knew he could see her bare flesh.

“Jesus, April.” His breath
hissed through his teeth. “Are you deliberately trying to drive me nuts?”

She turned and gave him what
she hoped was a sexy smile. “Maybe.”

He rose from his chair, all
six foot four of him. She looked at him over her shoulder and saw heat burning
unmistakably in his slate grey eyes. The muscles in his rough-jawed face were
tight with hunger. One large hand cupped her chin, tilting it up so he could
brush his mouth over hers. “I’ve only satisfied one kind of hunger so far
tonight. I need to feed the other.”

“Someone’s in a hurry
tonight,” she teased, but she was glad. It made her plan that much easier to
put into play.

“Someone can hardly ever keep
his hands off you,” he whispered, nipping the place where her neck and shoulder
joined. His hand reached beneath her top and lifted it over her head, tossing
it to the counter.

“No bra, either.” His voice
was tight with control. “Naughty girl.”

“I like being naughty,” she
told him. Maybe that would give him a hint.

His tongue danced over the
upper swell of her breasts, pausing to trace a line in the valley between them.
When he pulled a nipple into his mouth, she felt the tug all the way to her
cunt and had to clutch his upper arms to steady herself.

“What do you say we take this
out of the kitchen?” he murmured in her ear, his voice husky.

“O-okay.”

She started to push away from
him, but he swept her up in his arms and strode with determined steps to her
bedroom. Standing her next to the bed, he took a moment to rake his eyes over
her. Her skin prickled with the hunger in his gaze, the intensity of it warming
her entire body. Just the caress of his eyes always made her liquid and weak.
She stood there, powerless as he began to remove the rest of her clothing. And
when she was completely naked, her body quivering with desire, he took her
mouth in another kiss, this one so ravenous and claiming it actually made her
shake.

She closed her eyes, giving
herself over to the feelings sweeping over her, feeling Fletch’s big hands as
they lifted her to the bed. When she opened them, he was removing the last of
his own clothing, kicking his shoes to the side and climbing onto the bed with
her. When he pulled her into his arms, his body vibrated with tension, the same
coiled energy that was always there when they made love.

Holding
something back.

No!
Not this time.

Now do you RIDE THE MUSTANG?
You know you want to!

Known
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by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is
three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a
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Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a
CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion
for Excellence in Romance Literature. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi
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“'Bangkok Noir'
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Reviews (five kisses)

Excerpt, Copyright 2014, Lisabet Sarai. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Bangkok Noir– Rated R

I picked up the little whip that
Ajarn gave me to use in my act and swirled the thongs lazily around above my
head. Then I stuck it between my thighs and rubbed it back and forth. Mmm. I
could smell myself, as I got more and more wet.

I checked my audience. Everyone
was watching me. I chose first one man, then another. I stared at each one
until he was too embarrassed and lowered his head. I didn't smile, just stared.
Letting them know with my eyes that I was in charge. The boss lady.

At the end of the row of benches,
I noticed somebody new. A handsome farang with hair the color of straw,
wearing business clothes that looked expensive. He smiled at me, a strange
smile that made me feel like I was naked.

Of course, my costume doesn't hide
very much. Normally, that gives me a feeling of power. Maybe I will allow them
to see the hidden parts. Maybe not.

With this man, it didn't matter
what I was wearing. I felt like he could see right through my clothing. Like he
could see every bit of me, even if I wore street clothes. My nipples started to
ache, and my G-string got more slippery than ever.

For the first time since I started
working for Ajarn, I was nervous. I stumbled on my spiky heels. I almost lost
my balance. Luckily, I was able to turn the mistake into a sexy dip that showed
off my bare rear. Most of the customers didn't notice.

The blond man was not fooled.

My heart was beating so hard that
it hurt. When I finished my dancing time, I ran into the toilet and splashed
some water on my face. I crouched down, my back against the wall, listening to
the chatter of the other girls. My eyes closed, I tried to follow my breathing,
the way the monks taught me. All I could see was the farang looking at
me, with that X-ray stare of his, like something from a science fiction movie.

I stayed in the bathroom for as
long as I could. I knew Ajarn would notice if I was gone too long. Finally, I
had to go back out. I peeked out from behind the curtains, trying to see if he
was still there. When I saw that his seat was empty, I sighed with relief.

I headed toward the bar to get a
Coke. My throat was tight and dry. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was him.
His skin was so cool, it made me shiver.

"Can I buy you a drink?"
he asked. His voice was kind, and made me think of music. Still, I felt
something like terror. He stared at me without blinking. Now it was me who had
to look away.

Ajarn was on the other side of the
room, watching us. I couldn't refuse.

"Thank you, sir. Just a
moment. I go get a Coke, come back right away."

"Let me go with you," he
said smoothly. He took my arm and walked me to the bar. After we got our
drinks, he guided me to a table in the corner.

"Sit," he ordered. I
didn't want to, not really. But what could I do? I clicked my glass against
his. "Chok dee," I said. "Good luck to you."

His smile made me feel like I had eaten
a meal of live butterflies. "Same to you. What's your name?"

"My name Nok. What your
name?"

"You can call me Sam,"
he said. "Nok is bird, right?"

I nodded. He brushed my long hair
off my shoulders and down my back. Then he took my chin in his hand. He raised
my eyes to meet his again. I felt like I was captured. Trapped.

"Very appropriate. You're as
delicate and airy as a sparrow." I thought of those caged birds they sell
at the temples. You set the birds free to make merit, but they always return to
their masters.

Without warning, he kissed me. His
lips were as soft as his voice, at least at first. I thought I should stop him,
though. I tried to pull away. His right hand held my mouth against his. His
left arm wrapped around my waist. I couldn't move.

So I gave up. I let him slide his
tongue into my mouth and suck the breath from me. The funny thing was, as soon
as I gave in to him, I began to like it. He smelled like soap and expensive
cologne. He tasted like his whiskey. I could feel that he was strong, much
stronger than he looked, with his slim body and fancy clothes.

He kissed me harder, biting my
lip. I felt like I was melting. He let go of my chin and played with my breasts
through the stretchy mesh. My sex was on fire against the hot, sticky leather.

Suddenly, he pinched one of my
nipples, digging in his fingernails. His mouth smothered my cry of surprise and
pain. After the pain, though, I felt amazing pleasure, shooting up my spine
like lightning.

"You like that, Nok." My
English is only so-so, but I could tell he wasn't asking a question. He was
telling me. And he was right.

I was terribly embarrassed. I
wanted him to do it again.

He bent me backwards. My hair
nearly brushed the floor. He put his mouth on the other nipple and sucked. I
felt like his mouth was between my legs, sucking me there. It was heaven. I
reached up, wanting to stroke him, but he pushed my hands away.

Then, when I was not expecting it,
he sank his teeth into my flesh. Everything went dark for an instant. Then pain
exploded in me, brilliant as the sun. I was burning up, but I wanted to burn.

When I opened my eyes, he was
watching me. That strange smile was on his face, but he also looked worried.
"That's enough for tonight, Nok," he murmured. "I have an appointment
elsewhere. But I will come back for you, soon."

I was too dazed to say anything.
He stuffed a thousand baht note into the cup with the bill, to cover two one
hundred baht drinks, and stood to leave. I grabbed his shirt. Not thinking, but
not wanting him to go.

"Please, sir..."

He flicked his thumb across one of
my aching nipples. Delicious echoes of pain rippled through me. "Be
patient, Nok. Be patient and wait. Now is not your time."

Before I could say or do anything
more, he was gone. I sat on the stool, confused. Ashamed. Frustrated. Sticky
and dirty and smelling like a whorehouse. I buried my face in my hands, almost
ready to cry.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Your turn to dance again," said Lin. I nodded and stood up. I was
still shaking.

"Who was that guy?" she
asked. She knew that something was wrong with me.

"Just a guy," I said. I
made myself sound uninterested. "Just a customer."

I paid my respects to the shrine in the corner, then climbed back
onto the pedestal. I began to dance, showing off my whip to customers. Trying
to look like I was in control.